Actuakers One of my all time favorites.

PodBill Just what I expected

Baseshment I like movies that are aware of what they are selling... without [any] greater aspirations than to make people laugh and that's it.

Allison Davies The film never slows down or bores, plunging from one harrowing sequence to the next.

sharky_55 Is Ghost World a pretentious film, or merely about pretentious people? Watching and studying it again, I think it is a bit of both. Of the notable criticisms, most are aimed at protagonist Enid, highlighting her behaviour as selfish and cruel, and condemning the overall mood of pessimism, disconnectedness and morbidity. But what teenager hasn't gone through that phase? Placed precariously in a zone of uncertainty after graduating high school, her best friend quickly assimilates into the small-town adulthood, donning a chain cafe uniform and hunting for the perfect two bedroom apartment. Enid would rather die an early death than succumb to such plainness. The opening sequence captures the heart of her vitality against the sad, seedy backdrops of American suburbia, cycling through various states of disregard and then back to Enid - her walls decorated with the same feverish red as her costume, her bob cut swishing from side to side in careless abandon to Indian surf rock. Director Terry Zwigoff, working together with Daniel Clowes, makes a distinct departure from the source comic's colour scheme and style from the very beginning, replacing a melancholic swathe of blue with warmer colours that pop out from the backdrops; clothes and props flushed with pink, red, orange, hair dyed bright green and blue, neon signage blaring amongst hellish light. The mise en scène is Enid's style, and Enid's style is a way of life, never boring, never plain, always changing. Thora Birch is even more defiant than she was in American Beauty. Fashioning a distinct rebellion through her makeup and wardrobe, she recreates styles so precise that they are mistaken for wannabe efforts, so obscure that no one could possibly be impressed. But Enid doesn't want to admit that fashion alone can only take you so far; she's equipped with a unrelenting supply of sarcasm and cynical wit, delivered with dry, deadpan amusement, but not much else (her remedial art teacher fills in the gaps of her genius work). She keeps a sketchbook documenting the hallway of freaks and geeks she encounters in her everyday life, both relishing and resenting the fact that she could occupy a double page spread of her own. So when she stumbles upon Seymour (through an act of teenage viciousness), it's a sign, a soulmate sent from heaven. How could she have ever been best friends with Rebecca anyway? They're polar opposites - Becky blond and pretty, always fending off advances from boys, while Enid's aura of superiority and disgust is her potent version of skunk spray: keep away. But she's fascinated by Seymour, firstly as a strange new specimen for her to prod and play with, and then as someone with a fairly satisfying existence in a seemingly dead-end town. He's portrayed by Steve Buscemi, who has the kind of look that screams character actor, but through sheer persistence and talent has forged a remarkable career. In one of his best performances, he never lets the character become a cliché, despite all the signs pointing to that eventuality: middle aged, single, an eccentric collection, a "funny looking" face, all of which combine to form a human blob that cannot to relate to 99% of society (see how Buscemi is outright unapologetic about how his party might slide into sleaziness, and notice that it isn't out of malice). He can relate to Enid, though, because she shares the same predicament. Their friendship blossoms into something oddly sweet and endearing, with Enid determined to right her wrongs and find Seymour a date; if he's weird and can't find romance, then she's bananas and doomed forever. But wait, isn't that Enid's way of life? Is it a choice or not? The title refers to the utter banality of the suburban existence, of lonely TV meals, of nuclear families festering in apartment blocks. There was a deliberate effort to minimise the presence of extras, an added element of inertia; no one coming or going, or even living, just a few figures here and there trudging to their next destination. It's all a tad dated, because nearly two decades on that unnamed small suburban town is now bustling and medium sized, and we've all just accepted that corporate logos are going to be involved. We all know a Melora, a bouncing, overly shrill cheerleader that sometimes you just want a break from, but hey, at least she's enthusiastic about the next stage of her life (and summer holidays, and extracurricular, and breakfast, and finding a penny on the ground...). Modern art is weird and meaningful, sometimes both, sometimes neither, but taking aim at it is just low hanging fruit (and the art snobs will turn it against you anyway). The film grips me in a different way now. If I had watched this even a couple of years ago I would have been captivated with Enid's self-stylised rebellion, letting no one and nothing define how she lives her life. It's not about what colour her hair is or what weird mask she wears, but the specific attitude of individualism and personality. Isn't the appeal of that something universal? But now it's almost painful to revisit - I see how clearly she is enamored and disappointed with herself at the same time, and it hurts too much, reminds me of too much. Mostly I just sympathise. Getting on that bus is a brave and revealing move, knowing that she is about to be all alone again - it wasn't the town, it was her all along. And I'm hoping to god that she finds what she is looking for.

KineticSeoul When I first saw this movie as a kid I had no idea what this movie was about. Just thought the title "Ghost World" made it seem like a fun movie. I thought maybe it would be something similar to movies like "Pleasantville". With the two girls dealing with supernatural activities in a very awkward manner. However this movie is about two awkward hipster girls in a strange suburban area. These are the most cynical female duo that see the negative in just about everytthing while constantly judging others. Especially the girl named Enid. They basically go around putting people down that is almost as depressed as they are. While trying to diminish others from having a bit of hope. Because they are sad about their own existence. Kind of like some of the groups out there that puts out some of the most illogical causes. While trying to put others down for trying to achieve just about anything and thus go around acting like they are superior to everyone else. Watching this movie was like watching acts that can make you very hated by others. From the girl duo, I especially disliked the girl Enid. She is even mean to her only hipster friend Rebecca and tries to drag her down as well. You know those people that claim to be your friend but is the biggest anchor on your side. Well that is Enid in this film. Watching this movie was like watching the journey of one of the most annoying female leads ever and yet it's engaging. Mainly because of the bizarre style of it all and it's direction. How it doesn't compliments and endorse the actions of the lead but you kind of feel bad for her in the end to a degree. Although she is a anchor, her only friends are insecure people like herself. She is a character that bashes on things she find childish, but isn't ready for adulthood either and wants to grasp on to her childhood despite it all. It even shows the biased actions of a radical feminist teacher to kind of show the similaries between the two. Although this film does get a bit annoying after-awhile with it's constant showing of mockery and hypocrisy. This is a watchable movie about a girl that is running from herself and wants to be anyone but herself. I did like the subtle messages around the imagery and characters with their motives and why they do the things they do. 7.5/10

Laura Seabrook I just watched Ghost World again, after a gap of about 5 years. This time around I'd just read the complete Ghost World which collected all the strips, and also had additional stuff including the original script of the film. And I found it a very difficult film to watch.The pacing seemed extremely slow and with it's like watching a train wreck in slow motion (especially the version I watched which was 137 minutes over the theatrical release of 111 minutes). Rebecca gets demoted to a supporting character (and seems very dull) and Seymour, I think perhaps Seymour (who was barely in the comic) should have been a main character, but in a different film. Of course the comic was episodic in nature rather than a continuous story, so they did well to adapt this at all. Perhaps though that's why Josh was demoted to a minor character and Seymour replaces him and Rebecca in many scenes.The film (much more than the comics) is about that period between being a teenager and becoming an adult. It's funny thinking about where the two main actors after the film. Scarlett Johansson's (Rebecca) career took off after this with over 30 films to her credit (think Black Widow) but Thora Birch (Enid) has only done 12 films since. Steve Buscemi (Seymour) being a character actor has done 50+ films. Not that the number of films counts for everything, but to me it shows an interesting balance and a period of transition for them, much like the characters in the film.

Robert J. Maxwell It's a spiritual quest masquerading as a romantic drama masquerading as a teen comedy about two girl just out of high school.The girls are Scarlett Johansson with stunning features, a voice that occasionally croaks, and a mammoth bosom; and Thora Birch, a pudgy Jewish girl with glasses that define her as a loser. The two friends wander about the boulevards and empty residential areas of Los Angeles, making vulgar wisecracks to the weirdos they run into. There is, for instance, an old man sitting at a bus stop, waiting for a bus whose route was canceled years ago. "That's what you think," he replies.The girls are very close, as only two people who hate everyone around them can be close. But their interests diverge when they run into a weirdo whose weirdness awakes a dormant thirst for something beautiful and entirely different in Birch, but not in Johansson, who prefers disgust.The catalyst is Steve Buscemi. The girls play a rather nasty prank on him. He's a pathetic loner with an eccentric obsession -- traditional jazz records. He sells them on Saturdays in a kid of front-yard souk. The girls twit him, asking if he has any Hindi rock music. Birch prefers heavy metal but she buys an old record from him anyway, out of curiosity, and finds herself moved by an old blues song.We see less of Johansson and her bosom as the movie follows Birch's blossoming attraction to Buscemi, who lives in a room that resembles a museum of hundred-year-old vernacular art. If self esteem could be measured, Buscemi's would register in the negative range. As Birch's home life become less tolerable, she plans to move in with Buscemi but changes her mind. Buscemi, almost against his will, takes up with a woman his own age, Stacy Travis, who is enough to disentangle any man from his affair with a portly teen ager.I don't think I'll describe the ending. Well, maybe I will. That old man sitting at the bus stop, waiting for the bus that will never come? It comes. And he gets on it and goes. Having lost everything, Thora Birch watches another bus come. She gets on it and goes.I'm sure the arrival and departure of the bus was symbolic but I don't know of what. After bouncing like a pinball between life at home, the dissolution of a warm friendship, and her affair with Buscemi, she hasn't really found anything. Rather, she's lost it. She hasn't developed a taste for blues. There really isn't anything left but disappointment and despair.All the performances are fine. No one is better than anyone else, although Bob Balaban, as Birch's indulgent father, has the best comic lines. The story is full of color and repulsion. I wish the writer, Daniel Clowes, had imagined a less allegorical end to it because that final scene just doesn't fit.At any rate, this is several steps above the expected trash about teens, sex, love, ambition, etc. I mean, it isn't, say, "Fast Times at Ridgemont High."